Bio
Owen Vaughan Hanner
Celtic Harp, Piano, Guitars, Mandolins, Flutes, Zithers, Voice, Percussion
Music is a constant glow in my fire. It’s a wild and pure potentiality direct from the source of being, inherent to everything, that I like to live with, dream in, and, if I’m lucky, sometimes capture the least of. It’s the most aethereal beauty to come from human hands. It speaks a subtler language, comes from a brighter world, and its touch uplifts and heals us.
In each note & word we sing, we’ve the chance to express all the compassion and connection that daily life debars. It’s one of the nicer ways of sending waves through the world. And we can do it anywhere, right now, and know that our deepest meaning may be instantly understood by anyone receptive, beyond language.
(The more verbal or surface meanings in a song ripple out after that first wave. The first is always of who you are, in essence, and that may touch the listener at the same depth within them.)
A song is not just a cascade of beautiful feeling; it matures unseen into a multidimensional conversation, as people listen through time; a tapestry of converging Nows, a kaleidoscope of revelatory intimacies that may steer reality like a star, as per its sway on each person’s soul – as per its gravity.
– at best –
Music played from the depths of you invites the listener to connect likewise with their own selves, perhaps to dream deeper, love better, settle deeper into their own source. Instant transmission of wordless wisdom.
So music is beauty refracting through time, but also, it’s an interactive offering. If you listen, someone is offering you the flame – what will you do with it?
It can warm those cold of inspiration or tenderness, relight those darkened by dross, clear the haze of artifice. Music re-invites to the hearth any weary wanderer lost in alienation. It is an anchor to the heaven & earth of us – needed by an age derailed from both.
—
As a child I dreamt of the golden age as existing right now beside us, and I still feel the nearness of a summer-world when I play, as if all beauty were its echo, or the means to twine our worlds again.
Music for me is such a full-bodied, ecstatic and loving experience that I don’t mean this intellectually. I find myself in a wider reality when I play: a world more alive, more true, more beautiful and strange than before. I feel music’s power as Dream, to enact truly positive change in this world even in the practical and rational layers of life that seem far removed from the Arts.
Let’s say water doesn’t know its effects where it falls. It just is and flows where it may. But if it stirs awake a seed, whole biomes of beauty can appear — never imagined by water yet innately part of water’s process, part of its dream.
And, as rain on a desert meadow, so is beauty’s effect on human potential. As easy as the rain, a song may awaken heart-seeds in another: our waters – player & hearer – meet, and have the power to make something felt, known, and real. All change first comes as inspiration, such as music gives us. Those tender revelations at the touch of beauty are the precise points where the human dream materialises. This music is not just anodyne, but a raw electric power: water, fire and gold together, earthed in the listener.
Obviously most music now aims for less. And like the greyification of décor, architectural brutalism and trash TV, banal or negative music perpetuates only because we settle for it.
The current state is not the norm, it doesn’t have to be. The summer-world is still right there in music of honesty and love, and people will keep trying to make it. But listeners will need to sponsor them. Life-changing music cannot be made from a place of exhaustion, or as an afterthought. It mainly comes to a relaxed, receptive mind, just as reflection comes to a still lake.
If you understand that beauty is medicine, support that as best you can, and don’t settle for less. Don’t settle for utilitarian music to induce trance states or autopilot. If you value your mental space, beware the music pushing bonsai identities, banality, small horizons, or glorifying negativity. Question what music can be.
See the weaving hands of the harper, loosening heart-knots in the hearer, slipping us free from old emotions and pains. Music as medicine to re-integrate body and world. As a mirror more true – showing the wholeness never lost.
The ancients told how birdsong makes the sun rise. Likewise, our songs illumine new horizons. And, though all beings speak of darkness, one song is enough to carry the returning light.
——
Mini Q&A:
Where are you from? What do you play?
I was born in England in the 90s. I had my first keyboard very young and have never stopped playing or exploring. My parents showed me that music was fun — that was enough. I have no formal education in music. I just play whatever I can, whenever & however I can.
Currently that’s Celtic harp, piano, guitar, flutes & whistles, world zithers and percussion. I sing, compose and write songs. I’m currently exploring other instruments. I’m an aesthete, a Eulippian, a sound being. I exist to make joy through music, and am open to what form that will take in each moment.
What kind of music do you play?
I look for the spark beyond genre, that fleeting glow that permeates all styles and places, usually around the edges. I’ve been enraptured by jazz, classical, folk, ragam, maqam, qawwali, gospel, samba, electronic, rock, ambient, music from all around the world and recorded time. But the magic’s not in the genre. That to me is a footprint beauty left behind – it quickly bakes rigid. The magic is a fleeting thing.
I like to integrate all the music I love naturally, without thought to genre. So there may be a vocal meend from India here, an Irish crann there, a samba syncopation, a jazz chord, an African call & response, a tape-effect, a pure bell, silence. It’s subconscious, not intentional fusionwork. I lived in Indian music for so long, and Celtic music, that they’re just part of me.
My lyrics often start as a reply to someone close to me. Many early songs were encouraging me to keep going when my life was a long grey waiting to live. The consolation in those lyrics came from a deeper, wiser place than my daily mind. Many songwriters speak of this. Their songs know more than they do. My songs can even help me see deeper truths and trajectories of my life in advance.
So, in that case – who writes the song? I still feel that it is us, just not the identity-body-self. We are more than we appear to be, and wiser.
What keeps you playing in times like these?
People need beauty and authenticity more than ever. Nevermind that it doesn’t pay or nobody listens yet. Beautiful music has been such a balm to me that I will repay in music as best as I can, to give refuge to those who come after me. This is how I honour those who came before me, too.
I would like to explore beyond the 12-note scale, if my fantasy benefactor would send me the hardware (right now, please!). Hearing music of 19 and 31 notes can be an amazing palate-cleanser at least, and at most, it’s the future for a richer, more nuanced musical expression – something a lot of us are yearning for.
What do you feel when you play?
To play well, I must dissolve into music. My whole being is felt as music and muscle-memory, the highs and lows of the song itself, and there’s nothing left over for the mind to hook onto. I become the flow-state, the caudal of an endless cascade, more alive than any personhood it flows through.
When I led songs in an ashram with hundreds of singers behind me, it was like flying. Live group singing or improv is one of the most exhilitaring, yet cleanest joys, that can be felt. It forges community too. I’d love to do this again, with a less ideological set of songs. I haven’t yet found them!
How do you support yourself as an undiscovered musician?
I reduce my consumption and expenses and live very simply so as to still have time for art. I make all the sacrifices, and still it can be hard to find time these days. This is why your donations help so much: the money doesn’t go to a contracted musician with label support. It goes to someone with gifts and vision only. Every cent makes my dream more possible. You are the rain, and you can choose which seeds you’d like to see flourish.
How do you mesh your dreams with reality? Aren’t they poles apart?
Lovers of beauty are sometimes bestowed the chance to pluck a little more of it out of the aether. These are lucky moments and a gift worth rising for. Personally I’ve wished to make myself as available to those moments as possible – devoting my life to it, just for those gossamer seconds of lift-off. Is that a sound business plan? The material rewards are few, but the spiritual compensation of having fulfilled my life’s work is what keeps me playing and learning, making music for maybe just one true listener, maybe none.
Such is devotion: you keep going, beyond any choice, until it’s dark and late and the rational long-since took the last train home, and there you are in the empty station, nowhere, and – right there, the night sky unfolds its nebula before you, and there is only this. A moment of eternity. The path of beauty is not rational or linear, but it is rich with life, surprise and, I dare believe, its due compensation.
Society constantly suggests negative outcomes to artists for following your art. But so far, by following my gifts and joy at every turning, instruments were given to me, literal keys were made and doors were opened to me, kindred ears and connections were found, homes materialised, even my beloved and devoted partner came, all because I just followed my gift into the unknown and *never* chose the easy route back into the familiar. As long as life supports my choosing of music, I will keep choosing it. May you do the same with your passion!
It is true I am living very simply, awaiting more support for my art. But abundance can only come out of what is. I must first make the music, if it is to succeed at all. So music always comes first. Pursuing another career with hopes to squeeze in a few seconds for music here and there – that doesn’t work. You are what you spend your time doing.
What is the spirituality behind your songs? (Taken from ‘Notes to Song to the Sun Being’)
“They are part of the continual love song between formlessness and form, a world where all things are as valuable as the whole: where duality and non-duality affirm each other; where nature, human and divine are as brethren waterdrops in the vast creative wave that lifts the universe.
I’m expressing what I see as the Artist’s spirituality, where beauty is the active power, with no fixed ideas. Where all of us are working together, supporting each other in the daily renewal of what life can be. Where we are each explorers and creatives through life’s constant reinvention, erasing the worn and making ever more intricate expressions of beauty. You and I, nature and the universe: all of us playing alike at different magnitudes. The cosmos as a child at play: where you are free to make your own meaning from what you encounter. No goals to fulfil, except what you set yourself in response to what you find.
That’s a very natural spirituality — of equality, creativity and freedom — upon which you may layer other experiences and worldviews, but they all finally return back into this: the cosmos is play, is beauty, and it’s your turn right now. What will you make happen?
This has been a core feeling all my life. The times I forget it are just reminders how self-evident it is. It always comes back! 🙂
So it’s to celebrate and encourage the creative spark in everything (and to remind the listener to stay close to the nature & body-wisdom from whence it comes). There’s no other teaching or message. It’s an intrinsic body truth that many of us feel throughout our lives. Since we can forget it, and reminders can help us, I offer this song, like all my songs, to help relight that part of you that already knows you are a free, creative being, in charge of your life, and supported by a universe that obviously loves reinvention, and makes it happen through you.
Some spiritualites may come close to this, or our body-wisdom, but they invariably invite in extra beliefs, of fixed methods, identities, rituals and an overarching narrative of struggle and stuckness (a fixed goal to reach, a fixed state to escape from, and therefore, a fixed identity trying to un-fix itself). That’s not what this song is about.
My songs & lyrics are for the freedom in you. That’s the seed I love to water in myself and others through playing – because play refreshes all, by being the essence of life.”
I play for events,
write soundtracks and backing music,
teach intuitively to all ages,
record as a session musician
play for personal sessions.
I welcome you to get in touch with me via the contact page!
Bio
Owen Vaughan Hanner
Celtic Harp, Piano, Guitars, Flutes, Zithers, Voice, Percussion
Music has called me all my life, as has all beauty, for it speaks a truth beyond telling, amidst all else so fleeting. How unreal our stories seem to me when beauty fills my moment with its eternity.
Being partially blind since birth would suggest an affinity for sound, but that’s not why it calls me. Music outspans the sensory, it belongs to the essential.
Listening to music is a mirror that harmonises its subject: transforming the listener as it shows life more beautiful, wild and intact than we knew.
A burst of vibrancy to restore the lifeline, retwine the surface with the source, where nothing was ever lost and all is still pristine.
I feel vast currents of energy flow through my fingers, as my hands make their gestures on the harp. Strings in the right hands will unweave heartknots in the hearer, dissolving the tension of ages, lightening the load.
Or hands that strike on drum and keys, shaking out the stagnancy. For music stirs what needs to move, and stills what needs to calm.
Musical hands form spontaneous mudras, coding subtle weather into the air that will awaken heartseeds in the ready (as per the player’s subtlety and skill).
The breath learns depth (& heights) in flute-playing, to say nothing of the alchemical fire when I sing and let go. Singing uses my whole being and makes of me a vessel of transformation.
Whether making or hearing it, it’s a sea dissolving stone: wave on wave of music’s fluidity eroding fixed identity. Leaving you free.
At first glance, it seems music is everywhere. But at first listen, we know the synthetic everywhere and the real almost nowhere. Even many live musicians only aspire to replicate, rather than open themselves to the infinite cascade of living melody, harmony, rhythm that life is.
It’s that cascade I seek: and I play most for those moments when flight is possible. I know how healing and transformative it can be for many. I only know because it is happening to me too.
When the music is truly alive, it becomes:
A bridge to silence, as needed as silence itself.
The replenisher of compassion and wisdom.
Stillness speaking, silence singing.
The human expression of the unsayable (as everything is, but especially music is).
Or better still, the human expressed by the unsayable.
A lovesong from time to eternity — whose fragile fleeting expression is itself the eternity to which it sings.
Echoes of the first day.
Reflecting beauty’s own form, unrippled by the winds of mind.
A fire in which hearts ignite, and the human dream burns brighter.
Every music-induced revelation expands the human dream as tendrils expand the forest.
For music shapes imagination, which shapes the paths of action and to where our world inclines.
When a sapling is bathed in light, we can imagine its joy and affirmation — for we are the same when touched by Beauty.
May beauty and purity water us, so that we unfold our full potential.
May music’s essence reveal to all. Life’s secret: naked beauty.
As birdsong sings the dawn awake, so human song steers light to break on as-yet-unseen horizons.
There’s no greater time to support your chosen Artists. Through what we play, the world may learn to dream again & our notes may speed the healing so sorely needed in this world.
At any rate, that aim I give myself to.
At so many crisis points in history, at the edge of despair, a song breaks through the dark like first rays of morning light.
Whilst we are open to song, darkness will never engulf this world.
May real music now outshine the synthetic haze of artificially darkened days. Song is the essence of this planet, free, wild & beautiful — unreplicable — and the music will break through.
I play for events,
write soundtracks and backing music,
teach intuitively to all ages,
record as a session musician
play for personal sessions.
I welcome you to get in touch with me via the contact page!
Bio
Owen Vaughan Hanner
Celtic Harp, Piano, Guitars, Mandolins, Flutes, Zithers, Voice, Percussion
Music is a constant glow in my fire. It’s a wild and pure potentiality direct from the source of being, inherent to everything, that I like to live with, dream in, and, if I’m lucky, sometimes capture the least of. It’s the most aethereal beauty to come from human hands. It speaks a subtler language, comes from a brighter world, and its touch uplifts and heals us.
In each note & word we sing, we’ve the chance to express all the compassion and connection that daily life debars. It’s one of the nicer ways of sending waves through the world. And we can do it anywhere, right now, and know that our deepest meaning may be instantly understood by anyone receptive, beyond language.
(The more verbal or surface meanings in a song ripple out after that first wave. The first is always of who you are, in essence, and that may touch the listener at the same depth within them.)
A song is not just a cascade of beautiful feeling; it matures unseen into a multidimensional conversation, as people listen through time; a tapestry of converging Nows, a kaleidoscope of revelatory intimacies that may steer reality like a star, as per its sway on each person’s soul – as per its gravity.
– at best –
Music played from the depths of you invites the listener to connect likewise with their own selves, perhaps to dream deeper, love better, settle deeper into their own source. Instant transmission of wordless wisdom.
So music is beauty refracting through time, but also, it’s an interactive offering. If you listen, someone is offering you the flame – what will you do with it?
It can warm those cold of inspiration or tenderness, relight those darkened by dross, clear the haze of artifice. Music re-invites to the hearth any weary wanderer lost in alienation. It is an anchor to the heaven & earth of us – needed by an age derailed from both.
—
As a child I dreamt of the golden age as existing right now beside us, and I still feel the nearness of a summer-world when I play, as if all beauty were its echo, or the means to twine our worlds again.
Music for me is such a full-bodied, ecstatic and loving experience that I don’t mean this intellectually. I find myself in a wider reality when I play: a world more alive, more true, more beautiful and strange than before. I feel music’s power as Dream, to enact truly positive change in this world even in the practical and rational layers of life that seem far removed from the Arts.
Let’s say water doesn’t know its effects where it falls. It just is and flows where it may. But if it stirs awake a seed, whole biomes of beauty can appear — never imagined by water yet innately part of water’s process, part of its dream.
And, as rain on a desert meadow, so is beauty’s effect on human potential. As easy as the rain, a song may awaken heart-seeds in another: our waters – player & hearer – meet, and have the power to make something felt, known, and real. All change first comes as inspiration, such as music gives us. Those tender revelations at the touch of beauty are the precise points where the human dream materialises. This music is not just anodyne, but a raw electric power: water, fire and gold together, earthed in the listener.
Obviously most music now aims for less. And like the greyification of décor, architectural brutalism and trash TV, banal or negative music perpetuates only because we settle for it.
The current state is not the norm, it doesn’t have to be. The summer-world is still right there in music of honesty and love, and people will keep trying to make it. But listeners will need to sponsor them. Life-changing music cannot be made from a place of exhaustion, or as an afterthought. It mainly comes to a relaxed, receptive mind, just as reflection comes to a still lake.
If you understand that beauty is medicine, support that as best you can, and don’t settle for less. Don’t settle for utilitarian music to induce trance states or autopilot. If you value your mental space, beware the music pushing bonsai identities, banality, small horizons, or glorifying negativity. Question what music can be.
See the weaving hands of the harper, loosening heart-knots in the hearer, slipping us free from old emotions and pains. Music as medicine to re-integrate body and world. As a mirror more true – showing the wholeness never lost.
The ancients told how birdsong makes the sun rise. Likewise, our songs illumine new horizons. And, though all beings speak of darkness, one song is enough to carry the returning light.
——
Mini Q&A:
Where are you from? What do you play?
I was born in England in the 90s. I had my first keyboard very young and have never stopped playing or exploring. My parents showed me that music was fun — that was enough. I have no formal education in music. I just play whatever I can, whenever & however I can.
Currently that’s Celtic harp, piano, guitar, flutes & whistles, world zithers and percussion. I sing, compose and write songs. I’m currently exploring other instruments. I’m an aesthete, a Eulippian, a sound being. I exist to make joy through music, and am open to what form that will take in each moment.
What kind of music do you play?
I look for the spark beyond genre, that fleeting glow that permeates all styles and places, usually around the edges. I’ve been enraptured by jazz, classical, folk, ragam, maqam, qawwali, gospel, samba, electronic, rock, ambient, music from all around the world and recorded time. But the magic’s not in the genre. That to me is a footprint beauty left behind – it quickly bakes rigid. The magic is a fleeting thing.
I like to integrate all the music I love naturally, without thought to genre. So there may be a vocal meend from India here, an Irish crann there, a samba syncopation, a jazz chord, an African call & response, a tape-effect, a pure bell, silence. It’s subconscious, not intentional fusionwork. I lived in Indian music for so long, and Celtic music, that they’re just part of me.
My lyrics often start as a reply to someone close to me. Many early songs were encouraging me to keep going when my life was a long grey waiting to live. The consolation in those lyrics came from a deeper, wiser place than my daily mind. Many songwriters speak of this. Their songs know more than they do. My songs can even help me see deeper truths and trajectories of my life in advance.
So, in that case – who writes the song? I still feel that it is us, just not the identity-body-self. We are more than we appear to be, and wiser.
What keeps you playing in times like these?
People need beauty and authenticity more than ever. Nevermind that it doesn’t pay or nobody listens yet. Beautiful music has been such a balm to me that I will repay in music as best as I can, to give refuge to those who come after me. This is how I honour those who came before me, too.
I would like to explore beyond the 12-note scale, if my fantasy benefactor would send me the hardware (right now, please!). Hearing music of 19 and 31 notes can be an amazing palate-cleanser at least, and at most, it’s the future for a richer, more nuanced musical expression – something a lot of us are yearning for.
What do you feel when you play?
To play well, I must dissolve into music. My whole being is felt as music and muscle-memory, the highs and lows of the song itself, and there’s nothing left over for the mind to hook onto. I become the flow-state, the caudal of an endless cascade, more alive than any personhood it flows through.
When I led songs in an ashram with hundreds of singers behind me, it was like flying. Live group singing or improv is one of the most exhilitaring, yet cleanest joys, that can be felt. It forges community too. I’d love to do this again, with a less ideological set of songs. I haven’t yet found them!
How do you support yourself as an undiscovered musician?
I reduce my consumption and expenses and live very simply so as to still have time for art. I make all the sacrifices, and still it can be hard to find time these days. This is why your donations help so much: the money doesn’t go to a contracted musician with label support. It goes to someone with gifts and vision only. Every cent makes my dream more possible. You are the rain, and you can choose which seeds you’d like to see flourish.
How do you mesh your dreams with reality? Aren’t they poles apart?
Lovers of beauty are sometimes bestowed the chance to pluck a little more of it out of the aether. These are lucky moments and a gift worth rising for. Personally I’ve wished to make myself as available to those moments as possible – devoting my life to it, just for those gossamer seconds of lift-off. Is that a sound business plan? The material rewards are few, but the spiritual compensation of having fulfilled my life’s work is what keeps me playing and learning, making music for maybe just one true listener, maybe none.
Such is devotion: you keep going, beyond any choice, until it’s dark and late and the rational long-since took the last train home, and there you are in the empty station, nowhere, and – right there, the night sky unfolds its nebula before you, and there is only this. A moment of eternity. The path of beauty is not rational or linear, but it is rich with life, surprise and, I dare believe, its due compensation.
Society constantly suggests negative outcomes to artists for following your art. But so far, by following my gifts and joy at every turning, instruments were given to me, literal keys were made and doors were opened to me, kindred ears and connections were found, homes materialised, even my beloved and devoted partner came, all because I just followed my gift into the unknown and *never* chose the easy route back into the familiar. As long as life supports my choosing of music, I will keep choosing it. May you do the same with your passion!
It is true I am living very simply, awaiting more support for my art. But abundance can only come out of what is. I must first make the music, if it is to succeed at all. So music always comes first. Pursuing another career with hopes to squeeze in a few seconds for music here and there – that doesn’t work. You are what you spend your time doing.
What is the spirituality behind your songs? (Taken from ‘Notes to Song to the Sun Being’)
“They are part of the continual love song between formlessness and form, a world where all things are as valuable as the whole: where duality and non-duality affirm each other; where nature, human and divine are as brethren waterdrops in the vast creative wave that lifts the universe.
I’m expressing what I see as the Artist’s spirituality, where beauty is the active power, with no fixed ideas. Where all of us are working together, supporting each other in the daily renewal of what life can be. Where we are each explorers and creatives through life’s constant reinvention, erasing the worn and making ever more intricate expressions of beauty. You and I, nature and the universe: all of us playing alike at different magnitudes. The cosmos as a child at play: where you are free to make your own meaning from what you encounter. No goals to fulfil, except what you set yourself in response to what you find.
That’s a very natural spirituality — of equality, creativity and freedom — upon which you may layer other experiences and worldviews, but they all finally return back into this: the cosmos is play, is beauty, and it’s your turn right now. What will you make happen?
This has been a core feeling all my life. The times I forget it are just reminders how self-evident it is. It always comes back! 🙂
So it’s to celebrate and encourage the creative spark in everything (and to remind the listener to stay close to the nature & body-wisdom from whence it comes). There’s no other teaching or message. It’s an intrinsic body truth that many of us feel throughout our lives. Since we can forget it, and reminders can help us, I offer this song, like all my songs, to help relight that part of you that already knows you are a free, creative being, in charge of your life, and supported by a universe that obviously loves reinvention, and makes it happen through you.
Some spiritualites may come close to this, or our body-wisdom, but they invariably invite in extra beliefs, of fixed methods, identities, rituals and an overarching narrative of struggle and stuckness (a fixed goal to reach, a fixed state to escape from, and therefore, a fixed identity trying to un-fix itself). That’s not what this song is about.
My songs & lyrics are for the freedom in you. That’s the seed I love to water in myself and others through playing – because play refreshes all, by being the essence of life.”
I play for events,
write soundtracks and backing music,
teach intuitively to all ages,
record as a session musician
play for personal sessions.
I welcome you to get in touch with me via the contact page!
Bio
Owen Vaughan Hanner
Celtic Harp, Piano, Guitars, Flutes, Zithers, Voice, Percussion
Music has called me all my life, as has all beauty, for it speaks a truth beyond telling, amidst all else so fleeting. How unreal our stories seem to me when beauty fills my moment with its eternity.
Being partially blind since birth would suggest an affinity for sound, but that’s not why it calls me. Music outspans the sensory, it belongs to the essential.
Listening to music is a mirror that harmonises its subject: transforming the listener as it shows life more beautiful, wild and intact than we knew.
A burst of vibrancy to restore the lifeline, retwine the surface with the source, where nothing was ever lost and all is still pristine.
I feel vast currents of energy flow through my fingers, as my hands make their gestures on the harp. Strings in the right hands will unweave heartknots in the hearer, dissolving the tension of ages, lightening the load.
Or hands that strike on drum and keys, shaking out the stagnancy. For music stirs what needs to move, and stills what needs to calm.
Musical hands form spontaneous mudras, coding subtle weather into the air that will awaken heartseeds in the ready (as per the player’s subtlety and skill).
The breath learns depth (& heights) in flute-playing, to say nothing of the alchemical fire when I sing and let go. Singing uses my whole being and makes of me a vessel of transformation.
Whether making or hearing it, it’s a sea dissolving stone: wave on wave of music’s fluidity eroding fixed identity. Leaving you free.
At first glance, it seems music is everywhere. But at first listen, we know the synthetic everywhere and the real almost nowhere. Even many live musicians only aspire to replicate, rather than open themselves to the infinite cascade of living melody, harmony, rhythm that life is.
It’s that cascade I seek: and I play most for those moments when flight is possible. I know how healing and transformative it can be for many. I only know because it is happening to me too.
When the music is truly alive, it becomes:
A bridge to silence, as needed as silence itself.
The replenisher of compassion and wisdom.
Stillness speaking, silence singing.
The human expression of the unsayable (as everything is, but especially music is).
Or better still, the human expressed by the unsayable.
A lovesong from time to eternity — whose fragile fleeting expression is itself the eternity to which it sings.
Echoes of the first day.
Reflecting beauty’s own form, unrippled by the winds of mind.
A fire in which hearts ignite, and the human dream burns brighter.
Every music-induced revelation expands the human dream as tendrils expand the forest.
For music shapes imagination, which shapes the paths of action and to where our world inclines.
When a sapling is bathed in light, we can imagine its joy and affirmation — for we are the same when touched by Beauty.
May beauty and purity water us, so that we unfold our full potential.
May music’s essence reveal to all. Life’s secret: naked beauty.
As birdsong sings the dawn awake, so human song steers light to break on as-yet-unseen horizons.
There’s no greater time to support your kindred Artists. Through what we play, the world may learn to dream again & our notes may speed the healing so sorely needed in this world.
At any rate, that aim I give myself to.
At so many crisis points in history, at the edge of despair, a song breaks through the dark like first rays of morning light.
Whilst we are open to song, darkness will never engulf this world.
May real music now outshine the synthetic haze of artificially darkened days. Song is the essence of this planet, free, wild & beautiful — unreplicable — and the music will break through.
I play for events,
write soundtracks and backing music,
teach intuitively to all ages,
record as a session musician
play for personal sessions.
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